Chapter 527

Dong Wenfeng and Li Zefeng ran side by side. They could hear each other's increasingly heavy breathing and breathing voices.

They all believe that the other party will fall in front of them!

Now Li Zefeng, seeing so many people around him cheering on himself, is even more ambitious.

"People in engineering school are strong! People in liberal arts school are born weak!"

"This is not my idea alone, but the general trend!"

"I follow the general trend and will win!"

Li Zefeng took a look at Dong Wenfeng. The message in his eyes was clear to Dong Wenfeng even in the midst of intense exercise.

Dong Wenfeng does not have the professional long-distance running skills of Li Zefeng, and he has never run such a long-distance race before today.

And the people around are cheering for their opponents.

At the last two hundred meters, many students of the Institute of technology even shouted at Dong Wenfeng: "can't get there! Can't get there! Can't get there!"

For a moment, Dong Wenfeng seemed to be competing not only with Li Zefeng, but with hundreds of people in the whole Institute of technology.

They don't want Dong Wenfeng to win. In the eyes of these people, Dong Wenfeng can see disdain, contempt, ridicule and hatred

Almost all kinds of negative emotions, Dong Wenfeng can feel in the eyes these people look at themselves or the words they shout at themselves.

They don't want to win. They want to see themselves lose. They want to see themselves carried out of the training ground like a dead dog, and then live in the shadow of such failure forever.

These are not based on their understanding of themselves, let alone on their deep hatred for themselves.

All this is just because I am a student of a college of Arts.

Perhaps at that time, when Zhou Yilong went through the admission procedures, he did not consider and investigate in detail the difference between the College of Arts and the College of engineering.

When Yu Yifan entered school, Dong Wenfeng also solved the problem with his own Kung Fu.

But now, when I run to the end, when my physical strength has been a little out of support, and when my spirit and body have reached the limit.

Dong Wenfeng finally realized that on the day he entered the college, he was destined to be branded as the above college since he became a member of the College of Arts.

At this moment, Dong Wenfeng doesn't think that coming to Guangnan university is just an experience, and he no longer thinks that he is just a passer-by here.

"Dong Wenfeng, come on!"

"Wenfeng, come on!"

“……”

Although his physical strength was approaching the limit, Dong Wenfeng's keen perception helped him capture the crisp voice of cheering for himself in the noisy and numerous curses and abuse.

Dong Wenfeng swept through the crowd with his eyes. He saw Ye Xiaotong, who struggled to shout for himself in the crowd, the fat Wang Lei who had awakened, and the other female students of the College of Arts who, although unfamiliar with himself, were still cheering for themselves in the crowd.

Dong Wenfeng felt that a soft and soft place was touched in his heart.

"Who says people from the liberal arts school are born weak!"

"People in the Institute of technology, why are they superior!"

"The difference in the college entrance examination can define a person's whole?"

"If you let me lose, it's the so-called general trend and the so-called Providence..."

"Then I, Dong Wenfeng, will go against the sky today!"

"Although there are thousands of people, I will go!"

"Er!!!"

Dong Wenfeng burst out without reservation the last stored physical strength in his body.

At this moment, he is not a congenital master, nor is he a member of the Dong family. He is just a running man, just a warrior who never gives up and goes against the sky!

Dong Wenfeng's face has turned red. His breathing rate is getting faster and faster. The constantly inhaled air replenishes the oxygen in his body and provides him with sufficient power.

Dong Wenfeng's green veins on his forehead are exposed. Now he has completely pushed his body to the limit!

"Even if I die, I will win!"

Dong Wenfeng's expression is extremely ferocious. They are only 100 meters away from the finish line.

Li Zefeng, who was a little complacent before and had a good chance of winning, now began to panic.

"How could he!"

With Dong Wenfeng's final outbreak, Li Zefeng was directly overtaken by Dong Wenfeng.

"It's impossible. He's only a novice in long-distance running!"

"His performance just now is completely the performance that his physical strength has been exhausted!"

"This man, how can he still have strength to sprint!"

Li Zefeng almost looked hopelessly at Dong Wenfeng, who was the first to cross the white line at the end.

At this moment, Li Zefeng suddenly felt that his body became light. He seemed to fly to the sky. Everything around him, shouting, refueling and swearing, could not be heard.

He could not see the training ground, the crowd, and Dong Wenfeng, who had crossed the finish line and was surrounded by girls from the College of Arts.

His only thought was, "I failed."

Lost to Dong Wenfeng, who should not have lost to the College of Arts, in front of all the freshmen in the school.

"Bang!".

Li Zefeng fell heavily to the ground just ten meters from the end.

The students of other colleges of technology became silent when they saw Dong Wenfeng rush across the finish line and Li Zefeng fall down heavily.

Just now the training ground was still noisy. Now it's quiet. You can even hear a needle drop on the ground.

They can't believe the scene in front of them.

A student of a liberal arts school, a guy who should be naturally weak, won?

And win, or are they the best-known top students in their Institute of technology?

How is this possible?

These people looked at the girls of the College of Arts and helped Dong Wenfeng out of the training ground bit by bit.

Ye Xiaotong held Dong Wenfeng, followed by more than 20 students from the College of Arts. They walked slowly outside the training ground together.

Where they passed, the people of the Institute of technology consciously dodged the road.

In the expectation of these engineering students, they should have welcomed their hero Li Zefeng back.

But now, passing by them is Dong Wenfeng of the Academy of Arts, and the man they used to regard as a hero is now lying on the stretcher carried by the doctor and being carried out of the training ground like a dead dog.